It began with the surprised fissure folk. Those small and somewhat smart people. They should not have dug that tunnel, of course, but… The beasts below are simple. If you run into them, just close the path and build a new one. No risks and no problems for a civilized race. This made them confident. They felt in control. They felt safe coming close to Sabij. We must have seemed... predictable. Under those waters that are filled with skulls, And Jisr Aleazm, the endless bridge of bones, Under their own guarded coasts they dug. They thought they found their new home, but it was ours…   The rest is history. Recent history. History in the making.   We aren't as easy to shut the door on as lava slugs or giant worms. And once we know the walls are thin, we’ll open doors ourselves. We’ve found our way back to the lands we lost.   Now, let us remind the world who we are, Of the Blood that runs, We Hashd-Almadu.   -First entry in the journal of The Cavern Keeper, Whose Roar Ravages the Heart, Warrior of the Endless Storm and pen for my blood brother: The Skytouched, Scourge of the Evanescent Wind, Who Strikes in the Blink of an Eye.   *** Cover art: Dive In Hi Res Image by Andrea Koerner